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justthegreat1 · 2 years

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Merry Axe-Mas: Christmas Bloody Christmas Review

Pictured above is the “Christmas Bloody Christmas” poster. Image Credit: Shudder and RLJE Films

So, I have seen my fair share of Christmas Horror movies, such as “Krampus,” “Better Watch Out,” “Santa’s Slay,” “Christmas Evil,” “Silent Night Deadly Night”, etc....etc. But I have never seen a movie that sounds as insane as the content on screen. This movie combines elements from 1984’s “Silent Night Deadly Night” with the Terminator franchise and I am here for it. So, let’s get straight to the point and I am going to give you my spoiler free thoughts on this movie.

Christmas Bloody Christmas is a 2022 horror film directed by Joe Begos (VFW and Bliss) who also produced this movie. Christmas Bloody Christmas is produced by Brian E. Dutton, Josh Ethier, Emily Gotto, Mark Ward, and Sam Zimmerman. The cast involves Riley Dandy as Tori Tooms, Sam Delich as Robbie Reynolds, Dora Madison as Lahna, Jonah Ray as Jay, Jeff Daniel Phillips as Sheriff Monroe, Abraham Benrubi as Santa, Jeremy Gardner as Officer Smith, Graham Skipper as Mike, and Kansas Bowling as Liddy.

The Plot:

It’s Christmas Eve and Tori just wants to get drunk and party, but when a local toy store’s robotic Santa Claus goes haywire and begins a rampant killing spree through her small town, she’s forced into a battle for survival.

Positives:

One of the many positives I have about Christmas Bloody Christmas is that it embraces what it is. What I mean by that is that it is one BLOODY Christmas movie…The trailers did not lie (I appreciate that). I enjoyed the fact that they used practical effects instead of using CGI. So, this makes me sound like a sick person, but I loved the fact that the violence was over the top as it added to the cheesiness of the movie, and I do enjoy a cheesy movie now and then.

The second positive I have about Christmas Bloody Christmas was that we did not have to wait for the action to start. It makes the one hour and 27-minute run time feel like a breeze, but it does have its drawbacks (we will get to that later). I liked the fact that as soon as the action starts…it does not hold back, and for that reason the movie does not bore you…in my opinion.

The third positive I have about Christmas Bloody Christmas was the soundtrack, I know I do not give composers enough credit in my reviews, but there were moments in the movie where I found myself bopping my head whenever the music starts. Also, the music gave the movie an 80’s-late 90’s feel which is one of my favorite eras in horror.

Negatives:

One negative I have about the movie was that it does not explain why RoboSanta + (Or as I like to call him the Santerminator) went on the murderous rampage. I mean, not all horror movies need an explanation as to why the villains do the things they do. But I would like to see what made RoboSanta + malfunction. Hopefully, the movie gets a sequel, and we get to learn more about RoboSanta +’s functions and why it malfunctioned.

The second negative I have about Christmas Bloody Christmas was the pacing and I know I said the movie would not bore you, but there were some scenes that were unnecessary, and it takes away the viewer out of the tension/suspense the movie is trying to build.

My Overall Thoughts:

After watching this movie, I can say that if you are in the mood for a campy, gory, and fun Christmas movie then this movie is for you. Will this be a classic? Probably not. Cult classic? Maybe. But don’t let the negatives outweigh the positives. This movie is an adrenaline filled bloodbath with an amazing soundtrack by Steve Moore.

What did you think about Christmas Bloody Christmas?

Feel free to leave a comment

Thank you

Where to watch Christmas Bloody Christmas?

Christmas Bloody Christmas can currently be watched on digital retailers, Shudder, and Theaters near you. The Blu-Ray and DVD release dates will be announced soon.

Sources of information:

Christmas Bloody Christmas: Shudder

Christmas Bloody Christmas: IMDB

Christmas Bloody Christmas Trailer

#shudder #christmas bloody christmas #2022 horror movies #movie review #discussion #horror

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camelliacats · 2 years

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A Pain That I’m Used To

Some pre-Regideon to soothe the soul~

Fic: "A Pain That I'm Used To" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: pre-Regulus Arcturus Black/Gideon Prewett

Rating: K+

Words: ~1,190

Additional info: romance, slash, light angst, fluff, Maydayverse, Marauder era, 2nd person POV

Summary: Regulus is starting to get used to Gideon's presence in his life. But a simple question from his lion companion throws him off-balance, more than he expected.

The first time you hung out together on the Quidditch pitch, it was a bit of a laugh. But now Gideon's gotten into the habit, joining you nearly every day as November wears on, so you're growing accustomed to having him at your side whenever you sneak in extra practice or just a flight for the hell of it, though you wonder if flying's even really Gideon's thing, clumsy bloke he is.

As if he hears your thoughts (because, no, you didn't speak them aloud, did you?), he glances down and to the left, catching your eye and imparting a bemused, little smile.

Your mind empties of plans for Slytherin's victory at the next match, seeing that smile. Your grip around your broom's handle tightens and you blurt, "Fancy another lap, then?"

Gideon laughs. "Regulus, you've been at it nearly all afternoon! And I'd hardly call my hovering above the grass a 'lap.'" His blue eyes crinkle when he chuckles. "Though you're a surprisingly patient instructor, thank you."

You nod, dumbly, and mount your broom again. You could be using your study block more wisely, but the team likes to fit in practice on the weekend when not interrupting class, so during study or free time on the weekends are the only chances when you get to spend your time as you see fit, with whom you see fit.

Does Gideon think about these same things? You wonder, since he lightly jogs beside your broom, here and not inside the castle, with his twin or other mates, spending his own study block more wisely.

You wonder a lot about Gideon Prewett, actually, though the more time you spend with the older Gryffindor only supplies you with more questions than answers.

"Either you're taking it easy on me," Gideon quips with a pout at your lazy speed, "or you're winding down before your next—"

His words are swallowed up, however, by the deafening B-TOOM! behind him, beyond the pitch and up past the Stone Circle. Hell, if that didn't come from the castle itself—

Confirming the inevitable, McGonagall's bellow ricochets off the stone in the outside corridors. "POTTER! BLACK! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!!"

You can't help craning your neck to peek over Gideon's shoulder, though all you spy is smoke. You furrow your brow and frown.

Gideon frowns, too, but doesn't bother catching a look at your brother's destruction. "I've…never heard McGonagall that irate," he remarks of his Head of House.

Your shoulders sag. The commotion up at the castle turns into a certified din, but you grit your teeth and focus on ignoring it. You turn back around and resume your flight, picking up speed as you grumble, "Yes, well, so it was once at home and so it still is at school."

Gideon jogs harder at your side, huffing. He shakes his head. "What—What d'you mean by that?"

More than his exertion, his question makes you slow. You search for the right words—again, tuning out the faint promises of detention and the haphazardly given apologies that you presume follow in the distant background—but then you lick your lips. Your search isn't long, because your answer comes quite easily. "Sirius has always been the center of attention, because he's such a troublemaker," you state.

Gideon's eyes are on you, but he doesn't touch that one. How can he? It's a fact.

But you, you drop your eyes to the woodgrain of your broom handle and purse your lips. "When you're young, they call you a 'handful.' The older you get, you turn into a 'pain in the arse' until, at some point I presume, you're the scum of the earth…"

And there you freeze, because, with those words loosed from your lips and free from the confines of your private thoughts, you realize that you've shared too much of your inner musings with someone. Even if it is Gideon. Even if Gideon is the one person who's never judged you.

(Yet, you fear.)

Something in your chest sinks, sinks low, sinks deep into your stomach when Gideon frowns at you in the ensuing silence. But…he purses his lips and nods.

He—He's not going to chastise you for your harsh words or your prediction of your brother's future?

"It's hard, yeah."

"Sorry?" Gideon's forever keeping you on your toes with his surprisingly friendly personality, but still you can't believe your ears.

Yet Gideon nods a second time. "Having siblings that require attention. Perhaps all the attention." Then he offers that sweet smile of his in commiseration, small, soft, and empathetic.

That smile— His words— It's all enough to take your mind off of what prompted the topic to start. Yet, more than that, something new catches your attention:

Despite all this talk of Sirius, Gideon's eyes have never wandered off in the direction of the clamor, not once. They have remained only on you.

…huh.

Gideon shrugs. "I get it, I think, a little." He ticks fingers off his left hand with his right. "Molly's the eldest, sure, but she's the only witch of us three. And Fabian's my twin, of course, but he goes looking for 'fun' rather than letting it happen a little more organically." The last part he says with a wink, because Gideon's no stranger to mischief, but he's the type who prefers the latter, you're quickly working out these days.

But you nod. And, still unsure what to do with Gideon's attention, you find the last dregs of energy in your limbs to usher your broom along at a snail's pace, assuring yourself it must be your imagination that Gideon walks half a step closer beside you now. You pry one of your hands free from your broom to brush back some of the black curls that fall into your eyes. "So…you know what it's like then, being a ghost when your siblings are in the room." It can't harm you any worse to sum things up, can it? Especially since Gideon's received this begrudging part of you so well this afternoon…

"I do. But, Regulus, you're not a ghost to me."

You freeze for the second time that day, but you're not scared this time, and neither instance has anything to do with November's countless chilly, overcast days this season.

No, it has everything to do with the wizard standing beside you, with flaming hair you could pick out of a crowd and freckles that pop on this cloudy day. And those eyes—those eyes a burning, bright, deep blue that make your heart squeeze and gently guide your feet to the ground.

"…t-thank you," you fumble before suggesting in the same breath you two ought to wend your way back to the castle before your next classes begin.

Gideon's familiar smile is friendly as always but perhaps a tad gentler this time. His eyes slide to your feet and his walking side by side back up the hillside, as though he reckons by now you're not used to this kind of attention.

Which…you're not. But, from Gideon, you suppose you could grow accustomed to that, too.

Done for the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #95: lonesome) in the HPFC forum on FFN. Not a whole lot to say about this pre-Regideon piece except sibling relationships are complicated. Now, as to fitting this into the Maydayverse, slotting this into their early days of getting to know each other/gaining proximity during "we will be the last ones standing" just made a lot of sense once I got my basic premise down. Regideon is too sweet!! ;w; As for the angst…the Black brothers and Depeche Mode do that to me, *lol*; the title comes from the Depeche Mode song of the same name, btw. (Also I am not surprised the first thing I write after "closed minds, open hearts" was Regideon, *LOL*.)

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#hp #harry potter #regideon #regulus black #gideon prewett #<2500 #romance #slash #angst #fluff #maydayverse #rated: PG #marauder era #2nd POV

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a-calico-rabbit · 25 days

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so somthing fun happened today

ight; background:

It was my turn to make dinner today. All right, let’s move into the kitchen and make it!

problem one: dopamine crash

for those of you who don’t know how ADHD/Depression and a lack of happy chemical works (all 3.2 of you) dopamine is a chemical in the brain that makes stuff happen. Activates neurons. Including the muscle ones. So if you don’t have enough, no move for you.

so there I was, sitting in the living room (mystypæd toom, so is living tomb now. Fits the story) unable to get up. Fun. I decide to [word sorta similar to inquire/aquire] some help from my friends and mother, the “heckling of the croud” to make my feeties do the big steppy. Didn’t work. Rock as stone, no move.

But then I had a very good Idea.

if I couldn’t stand up from the chair because my motivation to do so was non existent, I simply had to get off the chair. But how would I get out? We already established that I can’t stand standing, so what? (It is pertinent to note that at this point I was on FaceTime with my mom, who was at a small party with the neighbors. Where she proceeded to get all of them (only like 10 people in total, but still a crowd) to yell “get up, [name]!” I got heckled by a literal crowd. It did not work. But that does mean what happened next had an audience)

I realized I could fall. See, if i tucked my legs in and leaned forward, I would off myself from the seat. So i did, and was now one step closer to the goal—i could still not stand. Fuck. (At this point, my mom thought i had stood, and proceeded to yell this “fact” out to the heckers (hecklers, but funyn typœ) for them to revel in their drunken victory. There was cheering. I managed to get out that no, I had in fact fallen. To an “ahhh” (think wii bowling reaction to failure) from said crowd)

whelp. Only one thing to do. I scat (scooted. I had not shat) across the floor to get to my destination: the kitchen (we’re not even tehre yet and it’s already been several paragraphs. We’re not even standing). Here we encounter obstacle numero dos.

Princess Lily O’Doherty

Heckin pupper

this, as one might imagine, was a challenge. I was immediately distracted by the booper in front of me. She was the cutest. Is the cutest. The the pooper doggo of aww. Need. Needed. Could not move past. Paralyzed by cute, i was. My mom was yelling at me to pass, to not get distracted. But I couldn’t, i was enthralled. I needed a solution, and fast.

so i pushed her.

if I couldn’t avoid the problem, then id just move it till I didn’t need to deal with it anymore. I scooted her along the floor and scooted up to her, over and over again. During this, my mother went to find my dad. Scoot Get another voice into the room. Scoot scoot She couldn’t, so she got my uncle. I was finally in the kitchen when she got up and left me.

one problem: I was still on the floor.

then the dogs started barking.

I turned around and peeked out the front window, spotting my father and a different uncle (note, im from California, so uncle and aunt mostly refers to family friends and close neighbors) on a return trip to aquire more wetware (read; beer) i could only see their heads (still on floor) but i was sure it was them.

i scat to the garage door, holding back the three pupperoonies (hecking goodins) cracked it open and called for my saviors. But I could not hold them back. The dogs crowded around me, pushing at my arms and the door itself to get through. Get to them.

just as I was about to give up hope, release the hoard and finally answer “who let the dogs out?” They came. Through the door that is they were already there in the house at that point i just couldn’t talk to them.

like the deus ex vino he was, he came in and asked.

“why are you on the floor?”

“couldn’t get up.”

“why?”

“not enough motivation.”

“oh.”

“could you help me up?”

he reached down, and like god reaching for adam on Michelangelo’s masterpiece he grabbed my arm and pulled me up to heaven my feet.

at last, I stood.

aaaany way after that I completely flubbed my stirfry by adding al the shit in at once but [chaos cook] perk made it come out alright so eh what’s it.

anyways thanks for listening to my TEDtalk bye!

#adhd #adhd problems #actually adhd #adhd brain #neurodivergent #adhd things #neurodivergence #neurospicy #dopamine #dopamine crash #Depression #original story #short story #wizardposting #dogs #crawling #on the floor #my ass has not forgiven me

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mgmrosales · 6 months

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Analytical Application #4

Heimlich

Through the workings of Sigmund Freud in “The Uncanny,” heimlich refers to the “Friendly, intimate, homelike; the enjoyment of quiet content, etc., arousing a sense of peaceful pleasure and security as in one within the four walls of his house.” (1) In contrast to its opposite, unheimlich, those who experience the uncanny can feel the familiarity and the comfortability that derives from heimlich. Freud states that there are multiple definitions when it comes to the term; Freud also defined it as that which is “concealed and kept out of sight.”

Applying heimlich to the analysis of The X-Files, it is important to note that the understanding of heimlich is something that is concealed from the self, in reference to the secondary definition that is given. Heimlich is the “privacy” and “secrecy” that is inherent to the ruling class, and using this analysis during my own personal viewing of television series, I saw the reliance of familiarity from the agents that were not Scully or Mulder. Taking into account that this takes place in an FBI office, in which each character’s job and line of work is inherent with its secrecy and its details are concealed from the public.

Tying this back to the aspect of familiarity, Agent Mulder is a controversial figure in the office as he is the token “spooky” character with the way he works and how he was assigned the infamous X-files. Agent Colton, throughout the episode, passive aggressively insults Agent Muldur for his unconventional techniques and theories. On one hand, Agent Colton seems to rely on earthly and normal techniques for solving the murders that have been happening across town. On the other hand, Agent Mulder transcends normalities by considering the paranormal. Applying the works of Freud, it is safe to assume that Agent Colton relies on the notion of heimlich and its tameness and security to solve mysteries. Colton ends up getting upset at the possibility of the uncanny, the possibility that there is something that he is unaware and unfamiliar of. Agent Colton refuses to believe the possibility of paranormal activity (00:23:25-00:24:13), he is a prime example of a person that fully immerses himself in heimlich.

Unheimlich

As Sigmund Freud defines in his work, “The Uncanny,” unheimlich is the negation of heimlich, this work is typically associated with an unfamiliar and uncomfortable tone. “We are tempted to conclude that what is ‘ uncanny ’ is frightening precisely because it is not known and familiar.” (2) Although, Freud challenges his readers to see further than just the definition given when it comes to applying the term to analyses to the uncanny as the usage of unheimlich is multifaceted. Unheimlich has also been used to mean something that was once repressed coming into the light, but was never meant to.

When thinking of how Freud intended for this term to be used, I thought of the opening scene of The X-Files episode (00:01:17-00:03:21). It begins with a businessman staying late in his office for his presentation, little does he know that the screws from the vent are being unbolted second by second. Next thing he knows, he’s out like a light and his blood is splattered all over his familial decorative pieces. Applying the works of Freud, the lack of knowing and awareness from the businessman is what makes his surroundings unheimlich. When the investigators finally came into the scene of the crime, the main takeaway was the lack of entryway for a murderer.; this applied to all of the murders that had taken place by the killer, Eugene Toomes, was that this man had a capability to enter and exit like no human being. These openings for Toomes as entry points are seemingly safe and are seen as implausible as a way for a human being to enter, the way Toomes is able to defile these entryways–what was once seen as familiar becomes unheimlich. Freud notes that unheimlich can be used to define something that was hidden inside that was never meant to come out, and this can be directly applied to Toomes himself. The ways in which he is able to genetically manipulate and morph himself to fit into these small spaces that were once sanctioned for their singular purpose, but Toomes breaks free from those limitations. Once again, making an item, object, or idea that was once secure and familiar into something is completely unknown.

Uncanny

The “uncanny,” as Sigmund Freud would describe, is characterized by both heimlich and unheimlich, something that is old and familiar that becomes uncomfortable during its transformation into being uncanny. Or as Freud would say “[S]omething has to be added to what is novel and unfamiliar to make it uncanny.” (3) Uncanny is the process in which something that was once familiar, our childish fears and fantasies, become more real in which lends itself to the primal discomfort and disturbance for the person.

In this episode of The X-Files, the best example of the uncanny is Eugene Toomes himself, the killer and murderer of the innocent! Freud’s concept of the uncanny is characterized by this white man with brown hair with a seemingly normal stature and frame. This is where the concept of the uncanny takes action, Toomes presents himself as a human but in comparison to his “normal” appearance, a familiarized outward form of a humanoid, he is actually this creature that is able to hibernate and manipulate his limbs to squeeze in through these minuscule entryways. When furthering my own personal research on the uncanny, to help me solidify my thoughts, many sources highlighted that the uncanny emerges when something from our childhood becomes reality during our adult stages. Thinking of this, Toomes is over 100 years old, he has committed murders and gotten away with the crimes from over 80 years ago. A thought that is very innately childish, someone who is too old to be alive but has the appearance of a young adult, shows that the uncanny is purely subjective. Outwardly, Toomes seems like a harmless fellow, to the point where he was let go by Agent Colton, and using that feigned “innocence” he is able to create a sense of uncanniness. That sense of fear and dread is created when a person or object that one deems as tame or unfamiliar is contorted to something that is no longer friendly, comfortable, domestic, or hospitable.

Mirror Stage

As Lacan describes in his work, the mirror stage is a period in which a child comes to recognize their own existence when seeing themselves in their own reflection. Lacan states that the mirror stage “immediately gives rise in a child to a series of gestures in which he playfully experiences the relationship between the movements made in the image and the reflected environment.” (4) This is the transition and developmental stage from ignorance to the sense of selfhood; this transition lends itself to the child’s development of “I” or also known as the ego, their identity.

This is my own first viewing of The X-Files, so my introduction to Agent Scully was one of her and Agent Colton having brunch. In this scene, Agent Scully is scrutinized by her colleague for her association and work with Agent Mulder, a notorious agent for his extraterrestrial and paranormal theories and techniques. She begins the episode with doubt for Agent Mulder, unknowing of her own stance and opinion on the man–seemingly distant from her work with the x-files, what I assume to be a list of files that were never solved due to its otherworldly nature. She is questioned by her fellow coworkers for her engagement with Mulder and the x-files, and she seemed to be hesitant on her stance, she is unsure of herself. Should Agent Scully work on the case with Agent Colton, partaking in heimlich, or should she work with Mulder with his unconventional tactics and poor reputation. Agent Colton is someone that she has worked with during her academy days, but she was just recently assigned the x-files and her new partner, Mulder. As a viewer, we see Agent Scully develop and assimilate to her new environment, working with Mulder. She undergoes her “mirror stage” when she fully commits to being the partner of Mulder, but also accepts the tactics and techniques in which he pursues when investigating and solving crime. She comes to adjust and realize her position and existence within the FBI office, and this can be seen when she rejects the possibility of working with Colton and chooses her own path of working with Mulder. (00:19:00-00:19:53)

Disalienation

Frantz Fanon in his workings, discusses the concept of disalienation, a process in which oppressed and marginalized individuals break free from the psychological and cultural alienation giving agency back to the person. (5) Through disalienation, Fanon encourages that individuals confront suppression by embracing liberation through self-acceptance and reclamation of dignity.

In a more dull manner, within the episode of The X-Files, we can see that Agent Mulder regains his sense of agency after multiple jabs at his character by not only his peers and coworkers, but by his higher-ups as well. He is completely belittled by Agent Colton and his techniques and findings are completely ignored and disregarded because of his use of unconventional methods that include possible paranormal activity. Although Agent Colton seems to be at his wits end with the murder case on his hands–he can’t seem to place his finger on who the suspect may be. Colton lacks the open mindedness which can allow him to actually solve the case, in comparison to Mulder who is able to recognize Eugene Toomes’, the killer, fingerprints from the x-files. When Mulder finally catches the suspect, who was once let go by the ignorance and arrogance of Colton, there is a sense of freeing himself from the chains and backtalk from his coworkers. Mulder attains a sense of self-confidence that derives from disalienation, individuals are able to break away from imposed identities and reclaim their own sense of agency. Mulder completely embraced his unconventional methods and approaches to solving cases, and through that emerged victorious. Fanon highlights in his work that there is a rejection from colonial stereotypes and values which allows for an individual to attain the concept of disalienation. Mulder completes this feat when he solves the case and saves Scully from the murderous hands of Euegene Toomes!

Sigmund Freud. “The ‘Uncanny’” in Collected Papers Volume IV: Papers on Metapsychology, 370. London: Hogarth Press, 1948.

Sigmund Freud. “The ‘Uncanny’”

Jacques Lacan, “The Mirror Stage as Formative of the I Function as Revealed in Psychoanalytic Experience” in Écrits: The First Complete Edition in English, 76. Translated by Bruce Fink, Héloise Fïnk, and Russell Grigg. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 2006.

Frantz Fanon, “The Negro and Psychopathology” in Black Skin White Masks, 127, 146-150. Translated by Charles Lam Markmann. London: Pluto Press, 1986.

#oxyvisualanalysis #psychoanalysis #subjectivity #@theuncannyprofessoro

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prosperdemeter2 · 3 years

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This is going to be an unpopular opinion but...

I feel like the people who complain about MCU Spider-Man only being Tony Stark Jr. have missed the entire point of the MCU Spider-Man movies. It's a lot of discourse coming from the Marvel gatekeep fans that dislike how popular things have gotten. The... "I liked it before it was cool" fans that are super upset that all these young people are into something they also like (instead of seeing it for the positive it is - more merch! More content! Easier to find things about it! And more people you can chat with about things! It's great!). Everything HAS to be an argument over which Spidey’s been better because we can't just let people enjoy things.

But my point.

In Captain America: Civil War Spidey has a very small role to play and a lot of it is a supporting one. But the entire point (in my opinion) of Tony Stark having proof that Spider-Man already exists in New York is to show that Peter Parker would be a hero even without Tony’s tech. The tech is just there to give him the suit (which, I get it, people are salty Peter doesn't have kick ass sewing skills 🙄). It's also stated in their first meeting that Peter makes his own webs and his own webshooters. So he may not have got to the point where he made his own suit but this kid was smart and talented and capable (and younger than both Tobey and Andrew's Peter - approx 14 in CW compared to 17 and college aged).

In Spider-Man: Homecoming Peter rocks that Stark Tech suit. But he also hacks it. He also repeatedly makes phone calls to try and get Tony’s attention to a problem he thinks is worse than it seems on the surface. He's 15 and he feels things like a 15 year old. But okay, I get it, you're mad that he has Tony Stark as a mentor instead of Uncle Ben (so am I but mostly because I want Uncle Ben and not because I'm really mad about the mentor thing). Oh? Wait? That's not it? It's because... he's not expected to figure it all out on his own?

Only that's where you're... kind of wrong. Aside from Ned, Peter rarely received any help against Toomes at all. And it wasn't because Tony didn't care it was just because Peter was 15 and Toomes was good at hiding things.

My big point - big big point - about HOCO is that Peter doesn't beat Toomes (Vulture) until AFTER Tony takes the suit away. He doesn't beat him with the help of SI tech. He beats him AS SPIDER-MAN. There's even the iconic, stuck under a building, "come on, Spider-Man" scene where Peter realizes that he needs to be BE this hero in order to save the city. And not in a big way like Tobey or Andrew always was - Toomes wasn't trying to destroy New York. But he WAS selling weapons to people across the city to hurt dozens of others. Peter was literally being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man we all want him to be. And he did that. Without a suit. Without any tech that wasn't of his own invention. And he even saved the bad guy's life. No one died that day.

But, okay, whatever, that's not your problem either. It's Far From Home. Okay, let's break that down.

Peter helping out SHIELD? I mean I get it but also there's literally a cartoon where that happens and no one complains. He also does it a few times in the comics. Oh wait, no it's the Tony Stark connection again. I get it. You don't like Tony Stark. Chill, guys, it's not that out of character. Peter Parker always looked up to the guy.

"He needed Stark's tech to beat Mysterio". Uh... tell me you didn't watch the movie without telling me you didn't watch the movie.

The entire point of FFH - as far as I took it - was Peter learning to trust himself again. He falls again and again and again for Mysterio's tricks because he doesn't listen to himself. He doesn't trust his "Spidey Sense" (aka Peter Tingle lmao) because of PTSD due to the events in both Infinity War and Endgame. The only way he beats Mysterio in the end is by TRUSTING HIMSELF. When he closes his eyes in that scene against the drones? He's not using tech to figure out where they are - he's using his Spidey Sense. When he stops Mysterio from shooting him? He's using his Spidey Sense. The entire story of FFH was that he was relearning to trust in his own powers and instincts and believing that he was still a hero even after having let down his hero (in his own mind).

I think I see the real issue. Other than the one i pointed out where we're mad what we liked is now more commercialized and popular - MCU Peter Parker has a pretty strong support system. He doesn't only have Aunt May but he has Ned and MJ, Tony Stark for a bit, Happy Hogan, etc. He works hand in hand with the Avengers.

All I'm saying is you can't argue that MCU Peter Parker is a terrible Spider-Man because he works with Tony Stark and then choose to ignore the fact that he beat both of his villains in both of his solo movies without using that tech.

And this post isn't to say that Tobey and Andew were terrible either. They were and are all great Spider-Men in their own unique ways (and let's be honest, Into the Spider-Verse was 100% the best Spider-Man movie out of the bunch and Miles Morales deserves a lot more love).

Why is it so hard to let people enjoy things without turning into a fandom discourse fight?

#Spider-Man #spider man #spiderman #peter parker #mcu #i ranted and i am supposed to be asleep #dont come at me #I'm just so annoyed with the comments #theyre all good #just let people enjoy things

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prfctparis · 2 years

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little random facts with zari & the shatterpoint lineage in my star wars fix-it au

to start this off: zariza is anakin’s little sister – half-sister, technically, but rarely does anyone acknowledge the ‘half’ part

also i’m making this bc idk when i’m actually going to write this out as an actual story so y’all are getting this bullet point style for now

moving on! more background stuff: she isn’t in mos espa with anakin & shmi bc watto’s a dick who sold her when she was 3 or 4 with no warning whatsoever

but then she gets freed & depa billaba is envolved somehow (and maybe quinlan vos. i’m still figuring things out lmao) & they eventually go back to the jedi temple. this happens uhhh 3 or 4-ish months after TPM

anakin who lowkey previously resented every single council member bc they didn’t want him to join immediately loves depa for this and his 10 year old big bro brain is like “well i love you now” for saving his little sister

zari obviously adores depa as well

depa adores them back bc they’re adorable

mace “the skywalkers give me headaches” windu has a vague sense of foreboding bc of this and he doesn’t know why. it’s not bad, per se, but still

so rlly in the early years he doesn’t interact with neither zariza nor anakin a lot tbh but i mean after the kinda-murderous-droid-and-flesh-eating-plant incident they can’t fault him for doing so

only the high council members, obi-wan, my oc jedi master rheba, & the skysibs know what happened; everyone else only hears apparent rumors that are mostly wrong (but none of them know that)

when zari is having Bad Days as an initiate & nothing her crèchemates & master do helps, she finds depa and she braids zari’s hair to help her relax

depa is the reason zariza calls mace ‘window’

when he finally figures that out he isn’t surprised in the slightest

zari also has a connection to living things (v strong in the living force) but mostly plants

after catching each other in the temple’s kitchens that one night anakin was sick, mace keeps a closer eye on zariza & by proxi anakin

somehow it becomes a reoccurring thing over the years until she’s a padawan

speaking of, when zariza becomes rheba toome’s padawan it isn’t a surprise considering the togruta woman was dubbed as a ‘skywalker wrangler’

he simultaneously feels relieved and disappointed

the only one who notices this is yoda (& ok depa too)

and then when zariza and rheba go on a mission when she’s 14, things go Very Very Wrong Extremely Quickly and zari gets enslaved again and rheba dies trying to save her

fast forward through traumatic experiences and zariza gets back literally the day the clone wars starts

now she needs another master (after, y’know, debating on whether or not she actually wants to come back as a jedi padawan at the temple)

mace “skywalkers give me headaches but somehow along the way i’ve gone soft for the youngest one” windu eventually fills in that spot

anakin officially decided that, ok, maybe mace windu isn’t so bad

the Bad Day = hair braiding with depa changes to Bad Day = hair braiding with mace bc of the war

he’s mediocre at it but zari doesn’t mind. he’s not as bad as he could be at it bc he used to braid depa’s hair too

also she climbs through secret hallways, vents, etc at the temple (and in time, the vents in the venatorships). always has. it’s where she disappears to most of the time if she’s not somewhere deep within the room of a thousand fountains

one such secret passage leads to the high council’s room and when she exits the hidden door mace & depa are in the middle of the room talking about a meeting that just ended and the three stare at each other for a solid 5 seconds before zari just. backs up back into the secret passage way.

that happens during her padawan-ship under rheba but she’s been mapping the secret passage ways, the basement hallways, vents, even the fucking attic, ever since she was 7

the only other person who knows this is her best friend elvira who’s plo koon’s padawan bc i said so and also bc he deserves one

and then ezra years down the line. zari enables him in everything and caleb is Not Pleased

“get ur own padawan! ezra is my kid”

“hm no, i don’t think i will”

anakin, overhearing caleb ranting to mace and depa, master of sniffing out little sister antics thanks to zari and ahsoka: “you realize reacting like this just fuels her actions, right?”

caleb: “….well i do now”

anyway anakin tries to get zariza to give him the maps of the passages & all bc he wants to feel included but zariza is a little shit and lives for annoying her big brother so she refuses every single time

r2-d2 knows tho but just for emergencies

when anakin figures this out he tries to get it out of r2 but r2 shocks him instead

“you turned my droid against me!”

“…technically isn’t he padmé’s droid?”

“THATS BESIDES THE POINT-“

bc anakin’s a bad influence zari has known A Lot of huttese cuss words since she joined the order & accidentally teaches an 11 year old caleb dume three huttese cuss words within an hour when depa & mace’s battalions team up during the war

the adults aren’t pleased

zari and caleb are awkward with each other for 3 whole minutes the first time they meet & then they get along like a house on fire

ponds and grey try to keep an eye on them when their battalions team up for that exact reason but somehow they always lose sight of them within 30 minutes

zari thinks of caleb as a little brother

with that said the jedi are found family and you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands

she 1000% embarrasses him when she first meets hera

and that’s all for now or else this’ll get way too long

#star wars au #shatterpoint lineage #star wars oc #mace windu #depa billaba #oc: zariza #take the fear that i don’t need #i actually made this post months ago #it’s just been collecting dust in my drafts so i finally decided to post it #and added some things #lowkey i’m only posting this bc i’m bored lol

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ladyeliot · 4 years

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The September Foundation Grant

Request: @iawaythrown Avengers x Teen reader. The reader is a brilliant engineer, that makes (grade A+) battle armor & weapons. The Vulture and the reader works together by selling these illegal armor & weapons. (The Vulture even gives the reader profit because the reader lives alone) The reader learns at school (The R is the quiet/loner kid) about Vulture getting arrested and they soon decide to leave New York and disappear. They grab all their money and leave but is followed/arrested by Tony and Peter at the reader house. They learn that the Vulture snitched on him. Ending could be up to you.

Pairing: Vulture / Iron Man / Spider-man x Teen!Reader

Warnings: Illegal work.

Word count: 1829

A/N: Sorry it took so long! / Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Anything could happen in New York City. A place that never slept, that was always awake at all hours, where criminals and children went everywhere hand in hand. Everything was hidden, but also in plain sight, if you knew where to look. Its streets were a labyrinth, but they always led to a way out, everything had an end. Its neighbourhoods were small communities distributed by culture or social status, but that did not prevent them from relating to each other. A teenager raised in Queens might have different limitations than one raised in the Upper East Side, but it all depends on the person. What I mean is, you never know what your life is going to be like in New York City.

Your mind was in constant operation, even if you wanted it to, it never stopped, it never rested, in a millisecond the thought passed through it 'when was the last time I slept'. You were in a hangar near the Harlem docks, this lucrative activity occupied a large part of your free time after high school, taking up your weekends as well. You could call it 'extracurricular activity' or also 'gainful employment', or maybe a combination of both, after all you were improving your engineering skills and earning money for it.

You had been enrolled in that new business for more than five months, your expectations for the future had changed, now you weren't so sure if going to university was what you really wanted. You were not driven by the easy money, what you were doing was much more than that, it was money, knowledge and all the adrenaline possible to do something legally binding. All the talent that you thought would be wasted and that you had never been valued was now being used to do something else, to be someone in the world, even if it was in the hidden world.

You designed, created and crafted technologically advanced combat armour and weaponry, you built things you hardly thought you would be able to make. All you needed was the time and the facilities that Adrian Toomes had offered you. He discovered you, he had set his sights on you and trusted you, something that many other people had not done before. In your past years you dreamed of getting a position at MIT, but now it was no longer among your priorities, at least for the time being.

Adrian's discovery came about in the most natural way possible. You were attending Midtown School of Science and Technology, and one day during a chemistry class the teacher had the brilliant idea of paired assignments, so you were paired with Liz Toomes. Liz is a really intelligent young woman, the problem in question was the wide difference between your characters, your quiet countenance and your passivity for social relations caused discomfort among your classmates, but leaving that aside, you decided to go to her house to do the work. It was there that you met her father, Adrian, who found your project notebook when you dropped it on your way to Liz's room. He was clever, slipping in a note with his personal phone number expressing his interest in your projects. At first you were completely shy of the idea, but eventually you agreed, otherwise you wouldn't be in that situation.

The first project you did was an improvement to his exo-suit, he had been working on it for years, but for reasons you didn't know he didn't want to tell you who had helped him make it, he just told you that you had everything you needed at your disposal and that he wanted to see what you could be able to do, and so he did.

Since that day the small business you had in your hands had evolved, Toomes was in charge of the public-facing transactions, and you were hidden away carrying the full weight of engineering. But that didn't mean that when you went back out on the streets you became a normal teenager again.

On a Monday like any other Monday, New York City was glowing in the sunlight. On the drive to school we went over in a steady stream what we had studied for the maths exam you had in the fourth period, although it was really something you had passed a long time ago. You kept yourself hidden under a pair of headphones, listening for anything that would prevent you from interacting with people. Your day-to-day actions when you walked through that door were mechanical. You walked thirty-three steps down the main corridor, turned right, twenty-seven steps to your locker, entered code 5432, opened it and took your books, dropped off your lunch, closed it again and headed for your class, trying not to bump into anyone who crossed your path. That, day after day.

But that day, that second between songs, when your ears came back to the real world you heard a word "Vulture". Your senses quickly focused on the conversation that group of girls were having, you stopped the music and without looking at them you sharpened your hearing.

"My cousin just sent me the video," one of them said, showing her mobile phone to the others. "He was arrested tonight, on the Harlem waterfront. Isn't Spider-man cool?"

"Wow!" exclaims one.

"I can't believe the Vulture is Liz's dad," adds another girl. "By the way does anyone know anything about her?"

That conversation caused a pang inside you. You quickly, but as calmly as possible, closed your locker and headed in the opposite direction of the entire student body, heading back outside. You knew what this meant, your mind had explored various scenarios about the possible events that could happen if the FBI or anyone else discovered you. You knew what you had to do, how to do it and where to go, you had created a plan in your head. You didn't trust Adrian to take all the blame and you would come out of the situation unscathed, you were a minor and could always appeal to a corrupt situation, but that wasn't your style either.

Step by step you were fulfilling your plan, the first thing was to erase any traces that implicated you in those events, you had to go home and get rid of everything you had in your possession that implicated you, both physically and virtually, then it would be better for you to disappear for some time, you had plenty of money to do so and you knew that your family would not care too much where you were.

You went into the house, you had hours ahead of you until one of your parents returned. You went to your room and began to tidy up every gadget or item on your bed that connected you to the crime. It took you very little time compared to how long it took you to erase your fingerprints from the virtual world, it was obvious that you kept your figure hidden under a pseudonym, but every weapon or armour that the FBI had confiscated had your fingerprint on it, a fingerprint that could lead them to you.

The hours passed, you knew that sooner or later your parents were going to walk through the door, time was running out for you to catch a bus out of that city. You opted to pack up your things, leave that note and continue erasing data during the long trip to Arizona, but it was too late. A loud noise from the hallway alerted you that your time had come to an end.

"Ms. Y/L/N, you know what they say about sometimes you have to run before you walk?" Iron Man appeared before your eyes. "Too slow."

The armour that stood before you cut off your main passage to the exit, though you knew in your gut that there was little you could do against it without outside help. Slowly you reached inside your backpack and pulled out one of your unfinished projects, a laser that fired a powerful beam at the armour. That mere distraction allowed you to turn around and head inside your bedroom with the intention of climbing out of your window and down the fire escape, however as you were about to do so a body burst through the window, launching a slimy mass that stuck you to the wall of your room. In front of you Iron Man and Spider-man, both staring at you, and you feeling the most vulnerable being at that moment.

"Wow!" Spider-Man picked up the laser from the floor. "This is cool! What kind of energy does it work with?"

"Hey kid! Put that down," his ally informed him. "Okay, do you know why we're here?" he asked waiting for an answer that never came. "Not very talkative, I understand, I was going to explain it to you anyway, do you know Adrian Toomes? I guess so, at least he knows you, he gave your name." your face hardened. "Yeah, well, I wouldn't be that surprised."

You remained impassive, listening to his every word and trying to form a plan in your head that would help you escape the situation.

"Listen, I have no intention of selling you out to the police," suddenly the Iron Man suit vanished, revealing the figure of Tony Stark before your eyes. "I admire you, I really do, well I don't mean I admire that you joined a group of criminals and created technologically enhanced weapons and sold them, but I admire your skills.

"Isn't that what you've done?" you finally interjected, responding to her retorts.

"Oh! She speaks!" he pointed at you, looking at Spider-man. "Good point. But to the point, you decide, you either come with us and decide to join the good side, or we leave you here for your parents to find you, explain everything that's happened and then to the police. You decide. The clock is ticking."

Your mind was reactivated again, it was clear that there were two options and only one of them was within your prospects. It might take you a while to forgive yourself for what you were going to do next, but it was your only way out. You nodded slowly and clenched your jaw tightly as you surrendered to those in front of you.

"Good choice," Tony said with a nod as Spider-man released you from those webs that had invaded your body.

From down the hall you heard the front door open and two people walked in, engaged in conversation, your parents. Your eyes widened exponentially.

"Just in time," Tony said. "See you later, kid. And you and I," he looked at you, "are going to explain to your parents about the September Foundation Grant."

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jolinarjackson · 3 years

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Hey! Do you have any irondad fic recs? I just started reading Peter and Tony fics again and I would love any recs you have!

Hello!

Yes, I do! :D It's by no means complete because I am still busy compiling, but I have quite a few already.

For all the below stories, please heed the tags and warnings on AO3. And of course, feel also free to check out my stories. :)

My AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/JolinarJackson/works

The below fics are not compiled in any particular order.

If I Die Young by MusicalLuna

Summary: Tony and Steve are trying to keep their little boy (who's not so little anymore) out of the superhero business for as long as possible, but when a kid's as stubborn as Peter is, they can't always stop him.

And sometimes things go wrong. Really, really wrong.

Categories: Superfamily, Not MCU!Peter Parker

Comment: This is a wonderful whump story that I go back to again and again.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/423790

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Lightning in a Bottle by Gruoch

Summary: Peter takes the tablet and looks down at the screen, where a picture of Spider-Man intimately entangled in a passionate embrace with Johnny Storm is displayed across the majority of the Daily Bugle’s home page. TORCH CAUGHT IN SPIDER-MAN’S WEB, the headline reads, bracketed by spider and flame emojis. Peter looks back up at Tony, who is still staring at him completely stone-faced.

Tony reaches across the island and taps the screen. “So. What do you have to say about that?”

“Well. For one, I’m a little disappointed with the headline,” Peter offers.

Tony lets his chin drop against his chest, momentarily defeated, before taking a deep breath and once more skewering Peter with a hard look. “You could have at least given me some warning that the two of you are...I mean, I had my suspicions, but—”

“You’re misconstruing the situation. Spider-Man and the Torch are dating,” Peter explains. “Johnny and I are just friends.”

“Boy, you’re really leaning hard into this whole alter ego thing, aren’t you?” Tony deadpans. “How’s that working out for you?”

Categories: Irondad, SpideyTorch

Comment: I love stories taking advantage of the havoc that secret superhero identities can wreak on romantic relationships. The best about this particular story is the witty writing, which makes Peter being a chaotic mess in this even better.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23413219

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The doubts that complicate by @frostysunflowers

Summary: "But he’s smart!" May had blurted, looking up at the teacher with misplaced anger. "I don’t...how does this make sense?"

She was worried, unaware, unprepared, not like Peter who had known for a while that some things were trickier for him than other kids. All the rules hidden in cheerful little rhymes and singing songs about which letters get along and those who don’t play nice; all the robotic reciting of the alphabet nearly every day: none of it had ever truly helped Peter understand how it all worked.

A brand new door opened in his life that day. On the front of it, the word ‘DYSLEXIC’ was printed in bold, the certainty of what it meant holding the letters permanently in place.

Nobody ever said being smart was easy.

Categories: Irondad

Comment: This is a wonderful read. @frostysunflowers manages to describe dyslexia in a way that makes the struggle understandable. The relationship between Tony and Peter is heart-warming. This is a great read if you're in the mood for something that is not too long and still want a good dosage of H/C.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23989531

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Accepting the Tides by Emma_Anacortes

Summary: Tony had dragged Peter from the depths of despair after May's death. It was normal that he'd grown to care a little about him, right?

Yeah, okay. He freaking loved the kid.

So naturally he would feel a little weird when Richard Parker randomly shows up in Peter's life. Naturally he'd feel protective, nervous, and confused because where has Richard been all this time? And why does Tony feel sick every time he sees him around Peter?

All he knows is if Richard hurts his kid, Tony's gonna give him hell.

Categories: Irondad, Steve & Peter

Comment: This story is intense, no doubt about it. Please heed all the warnings and tags carefully. However, if you give it a try, it's so worth it. This story presents a different backstory to the relationship of Peter and his parents (especially his father) while exploring Peter and Tony forging a father/son-bond in the wake of May's death. I have to say that the the relationship between Peter and Steve in this story is just as prominent and amazingly written. I loved every second of it.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11885844/chapters/26843274

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with arms wide open by @parkrstark

Summary: Tony and Pepper are expecting a baby and Peter may be the one most excited...just maybe…

Categories: Irondad, Pepperony

Comment: This is undeniably cute and heart-warming: Tony and Pepper get pregnant and Peter is right there with them, freaking out. Peter spends this story preparing to become a big brother while still being unsure about whether this is the role he is going to fulfill in the baby's life. This stoy focsses on the found family that is Tony, Pepper and Peter, but there are wonderful interactions with May, Rhodey and Happy as well.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14540409

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the stars the moon they have all been blown out (you left me in the dark) by @madasthesea

Summary: It starts off with his vision fading in and out.

What kind of demon drug can make someone go blind by inhaling a single lungful? Whatever it is, Tony doubts it’s reversible. And while Peter’s no idiot, he can be idiotically optimistic. He's determined to fix what appears to be unfixable.

Categories: Irondad

Comment: This story is experienced entirely from Tony's point of view, which make the effects of the drug and his reaction to it all the more poignant. Tony's relationship to Peter is especially highlighted in this story. You can only imagine the worry and pain Peter geos through unil the very end of the story and the pay-off is worth it. I want to highlight the way that Tony's experiecne of the effects of the drug are described here, because I thought that was superb writing and put the reader righ in Tony's shoes.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15795141/chapters/36757500

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turn back the clock (and I'll try again in the morning) by @madasthesea

Summary: Peter gets stuck in a time loop. In it, he lives through some of his worst nightmares, only to wake up that morning and have no one remember. He needs Tony to help him get through.

And if that isn't bad enough, his identity is revealed over and over, every day.

Categories: Irondad

Comment: This story is just SO GOOD. Not only is Peter experiencing the same day over and over again and his identity is revealed, but the way it happens also gets more and more taxing and gruesome. This story has emotional highpoints that are written fantastically and the Irondad in this is just heart-warming.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18023177/chapters/42585071

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How The Mighty Fall by Meep_Morp

Summary: Since his duel against Toomes on Coney Island, Peter's life has settled down considerably. May knows about his double life and accepts it (mostly). Tony has welcomed him back, and given him more independence as New York's Spider-Man.

One night during patrol he crosses paths with Connor, a teenager who has Extremis in his blood and answers to the wrong kind of people. Though Tony is quick to distrust him, Peter finds himself reluctant to follow his mentor's lead, and a bond develops between the two boys. Their relationship is further complicated when Connor's former master, Negative, makes it a personal mission to destroy them both in his quest for power.

Taking down a superpowered psychopath? Tough, but Peter isn't going to back down.

Stopping Tony from blasting his first potential boyfriend into space? He might need a miracle for that.

Categories: Irondad

Comment: This story is so intricately plotted and just a joy to read. The characters are written to perfection and this includes an absolutely fantastic and fleshed-out OC who, as a reader, you come to care about easily and quickly. Much more subtle is the relationship between Peter and Tony in this fic but every single scene is on-point. I have read and re-read this story several times and it is hard to put aside once you start.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18084407/chapters/42745826

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Project Pride by TheSleepingOwl

Summary: In hindsight, it should have been obvious. The signs were all there, unwittingly scattered by Peter like breadcrumbs for Tony to follow—the way he would fall into uncomfortable silence when the topic of dating came up, or become flustered whenever Tony teased him about the mysterious Michelle-Call-Me-MJ character Peter was constantly gushing about, or deflect Tony’s mostly-joking inquiries into whether or not they needed to be having The Talk with a hurricane of splutters and blushes.

And even without the signs, Peter was still his kid. Tony was just supposed to know these things.

So when FRIDAY pulled up Peter’s search history—‘how can i make myself not like boys,’ ‘can you force yourself to be attracted to girls,’ ‘how to stop your friends from knowing youre gay,’ and, most devastating, ‘how can i keep my parents from finding out im gay’—Tony wasn’t surprised so much as deeply, unquantifiably ashamed. Because he should have known.

Categories: Irondad

Comment: This story is an incredibly written POV of Tony coming to terms with Peter's sexuality. It's achingly realistic in the way Tony struggles to connect to Peter, knowing that he's gay. Additionally, this story has a hefty doese of Hurt/Comfort thrown in that hurts when reading it. This is a gem.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22135138/chapters/52834021

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Birds Eating Other Birds by aloneintherain

Summary: Peter wishes he hadn’t gotten out of bed that morning. Then, maybe, he wouldn’t be reduced to this - limp-crawling through the rabbit burrows that is Oscorp Tower, a monster of a man on his heels, bloody and bruised and choking on a panic attack.

Categories: Irondad, not MCU!Peter Parker

Comment: I love aloneintherain's stories. I read them when I first got into Avengers fanfic and the way they write dynamics is great. This one is intense and the way it's written sucks you right into it. Norman Osborn is so evil and creepy in this one. Part one is mainly hurt, but stick around for the comfort in part 2!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7626433

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It Was Probably The Pudding by Serendipity_Cometh

Summary: Given that over the course of the past eleven months Peter Parker hasn't contracted so much as a head-cold, the teenager thought it safe to assume that the whole 'irradiated spider bite' gig had equipped him with an immune system of steel that rivalled Captain America's.

So when he wakes up one night in the midst of the worst asthma attack he's suffered in almost eight years, neither he nor the rest of the team can think of a logical explanation.

And everything sort of goes downhill from there.

Categories: Team, Stony, Clint/Phil, not MCU!Peter Parker

Comment: When I started out reading Avengers fanfictions, I stumbled across this one and go back to it on a regular basis. Lots of whump and great team dynamics.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/953538/chapters/1865305

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In the Home by aloneintherain

Summary: The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates.

“Natasha,” Peter says cautiously, “what happened here? Steve attacked me, and if there was ever a sign that something was wrong, it’s having the embodiment of Truth, Justice, and the American Way throw you across the room -”

Natasha comes closer, her stride controlled. Nothing necessarily out of the ordinary, but there’s something in her face, in her eyes -

Natasha lunges across the space, and slams into Peter, hard.

Categories: Team, not MCU!Peter Parker

Comment: One of my very early reads when I started out in the Avengers fandom. Excellent whump, hurt/comfort and team dynamics.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5388563/chapters/12446069

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Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by aloneintherain

Summary: Peter's trapped beneath a collapsed building during a mission, hurt and unable to move. Luckily, his comm still works. Unluckily, the Avengers don’t realise how bad of a state Peter is in, and Peter isn’t inclined to tell them.

“Spidey, they’ve got reinforcements. We’ve hit a bit of a snag here, and I don’t think anyone will be able to help you for a while. Think you can sit tight while we deal with this?”

The pressure on his lower back and legs was becoming too much. Peter swallowed thickly, fighting down panic. He could handle this.

“Yeah,” Peter said. “I can do that.”

Categories: Team, not MCU!Peter Parker

Comment: There are so many "Peter trapped under a building"-stories out there but this is the one I read first and it stuck with me. Loved the team dynamic in this.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4232937

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shit-mcu-stans-write · 4 years

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yooo! i generally don’t like screenrant so this was a nice surprise :)

it was written in july 2017 so we didn’t even know about infinity war yet, but still. good points. i’m including the fifteen reasons they provided

he created most of his enemies (humiliated justin hammer, stole quentin beck’s tech and fired him, took away adrian toomes’ livelihood)

he’s overused (appears in 10 of the 23 mcu films)

his teammates don’t like him (civil war, anyone? rhodey likes him and even he fights him in iron man 2)

he doesn’t like [his teammates], either (once again, civil war. also never has a civil conversation with anyone excluding rhodey)

he desperately needs a break (he needs to focus on his mental health issues. i don’t want someone who is unstable and constantly drunk flying around in a nuclear weapon)

his questionable motivation (he pretty much is only iron man because he wants to be. does he even want to protect people?)

he doesn’t even want to be iron man (building ultron kinda seems like he wants others to do the job for him)

he’s more of a wild card than the hulk (pretty sure he doesn’t even have ‘responsible’ and ‘reliable’ in his vocab)

he actively holds people back (sokovia accords and interactions with peter in homecoming)

he refuses to take responsibility (he blames his teammates for sokovia)

he has shown no character development (here’s my post about this)

his quipping has gotten exhausting (god. his quips are just mean)

all those murders (some marvel heroes murder (punisher comes to mind) but stark likes to preach the high ground)

he almost got literally everyone killed (uhh. ultron, anyone?)

we want to like him (no we don’t. speak for yourself)

#anti tony stans #anti tony stark #screenrant

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scullydubois · 4 years

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Keys: a series of vignettes

Documenting all the times Mulder & Scully use a key to get into each other’s apartment.

read on Ao3 tagging: @today-in-fic (thank you <3)

Part 1 (Prologue): post-Squeeze

After Tooms, Mulder knew he had to broach the subject. He also knew, despite the limited time that Scully had graced his life thus far, that she wouldn’t react like Diana had. Scully would make it difficult. And he understood this--respected it, even--but it still had to be done. He had barged into her apartment one time too many.

Seeing Tooms nesting in his jail cell banishes any misgivings Mulder has left. Those yellow-green eyes and their inhuman desire to desecrate their victim, stealing away the purifying organ...and it had almost worked.

Mulder wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to Scully on his watch. This is what he’s thinking when she brushes her hand down his bicep and leads him away from the immortal monster. He’s still thinking it as they exit the jail and he does the mental math and realizes that Scully will be 58 in thirty years and he can’t imagine any other fate for her than being the head of the Bureau, that wasn’t a joke.

“Scully?” He had known that name first through Vin Scully, who had been announcing Dodgers games for as long as he could remember. It slips off his tongue so naturally now.

“Yes?” She shifts her gaze toward him, and he’s taken aback. How can he focus on the task at hand when there are entire oceans in her eyes?

He knows that for this to be a success, he has to go the roundabout way. Does reverse psychology work on a doctor, he wonders? It’s worked on some psychologists he’s known.

He decides to find out. “I was just thinking, um, since it looks like we’re in it for the long haul…” Scully raises an eyebrow, her perpetual state of doubt coming to the surface. He presses on, a tenuous grip on his confidence. “Since we’re partners on the X-Files, I mean, since it looks like...that’s gonna keep continuing…” He feels like he’s back in high school asking Sloane Rivers to the senior prom. He hopes this has a happier ending.

He clears his throat. “What I’m trying to say is, I’d like to give you a key to my apartment so that...if you need to get in there ever...you can. Without breaking the door down,” he adds with an awkward chuckle.

Scully actually smiles at him. Sure, it’s tight-lipped like the kind a Southern lady might offer after saying ‘bless your heart,’ but still, it’s not the frown he expected.

“I doubt I’ll ever need to break your door down, Mulder.”

“Why not?” His voice goes high. He’s almost offended.

She purses her lips. Pouty Scully always forces Mulder to fight back a smile. He clamps his teeth down on his tongue. With her crossed arms and pout, she has the air of a little girl imitating her nagging mother. “Have you looked at yourself?” she asks.

“In the shower sometimes, yes,” Mulder deadpans.

There’s that eye-roll he’s come to expect. “How tall are you?” There’s exhaustion in her voice. She’s preemptively annoyed by his answer.

“Six feet. Six two if my loafers have a bit of a heel on them.”

“Uh-huh, and you’re a pretty strong guy, wouldn’t you say?”

“I could pick you up.” He lets the double entendre hang suggestively in the air.

She humors him with direct eye contact, nothing more. “Right. And you’ve put away dozens of violent offenders over the years, correct?”

Mulder nods, not sure where she’s going with this. He’s constantly intrigued by how she keeps him on his toes.

“And have you ever felt that one of them posed a physical threat to you if they were to be released?”

He slips his hands into his pockets. “No, I never really thought about it.”

“Exactly. I have to think about it. Before, during, and after a case.”

It figures that Scully would beat him to his own point. Mulder laughs. It only occurs to him how his laughter must look to her after he’s already done it.

“Mulder!” she screeches.

“I wasn’t laughing at what you said, I was laughing at what you did.”

“Gee, thanks, real comforting.”

“No, I mean, that’s the point I was trying to make--that you’re more susceptible to, urhm, bad things happening-- but I didn’t want to offend you.”

“Offend me? With the truth?”

“Yeah, I, um…” It occurs to him that he has miscalculated her, that she is not like any of the women he has ever known. His chest flutters, but his stomach sinks. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sure you’re more aware of that than anyone else.”

Scully finds his earnest attempt at an unnecessary apology endearing, but she won’t show it. “Uh-huh,” she responds, staring out into the distance, checking her surroundings even now.

“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to go at it alone,” Mulder continues. “I’ll watch your back too, if you let me.”

Despite his sweetness, Scully can’t resist toying with him. “You’ve had a partner before, haven’t you?” she smirks. “That’s kind of how it’s supposed to work.”

Mulder clasps his hands behind his back. The corners of his mouth turn up into a bashful, apologetic smile. This is the routine he used to perform when his parents yelled at him. Who says you have to grow out of childhood habits?

“Well, I…” He’s not sure where he’s going with that sentence, and Scully knows this. She relishes in his embarrassment.

“I’m just teasing, it’s very kind of you to be concerned.” She pats his shoulder. Turns out, someone saving your life makes you quite touchy-feely. “I’ll have a key made this weekend,” she promises.

Figuring Scully out feels like navigating a room full of laser beams. He may have to crawl, jump, or twist himself into otherwise unnatural shapes to get through, but--somehow--he always makes it. Each time he’s convinced he’s done the impossible, yet he finds himself even more stoked to take on her next challenge. Scully is his endless puzzle, his X-File to end all X-Files. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

He slides his extra key off the chain, folds his fingers over it, and gently bumps his hand against Scully’s as they walk. She opens her fist, lets him place it in her palm, then curls her fingers around the metal. It’s still warm from his grasp.

“Thank you,” she murmurs. Her gratitude goes deeper than the key, Mulder understands this.

“You’re welcome,” he hums.

She is glad to have the key; he is glad she took it. She is glad he asked for her key; he is glad she will give him one. She is glad to be alive; he is glad that she lived. They have so many things to be thankful for.

#this was gonna be a one-shot but I couldn't get the key concept out of my head #so i suppose it will be a series #with chapters on the shorter end #thank you for reading as always <3 #I really really appreciate it #the x-files #txf #the x-files fanfic #fox mulder #dana scully #keys fic #mine

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writernomore · 4 years

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Two sides of the same coin

Summary: Y/n receives a strange letter to only open it later in her room, and she eavesdrop onto a conversation she says it to the Golden trio only to think she was lying.

Words: 1.5k words.

Chapter 2

School had gotten you all sorts of tired, mentally and physically but it was nothing if it would help you be a good witch for the future sake.

You had a big interest in potions, it was like medicine but it would have bigger effects than ‘muggle medicine’ there would be cures to sicknesses we wouldn’t know about and it would just be under our noses.

Like normal subjects it was difficult understanding, Transfiguration also had peaked your interest, turning objects into different things.

Homework had piled up on you but it was nothing compared to the incoming Quidditch match, Your house; Slytherin against Gryffindor.

Also word spread of Harry Potter becoming the youngest seeker of the century would be playing, you weren’t all big with sports before but this would definitely be much more exciting because Quidditch was like soccer but the players had to be riding their flying broomsticks.

Without goes saying, someone had got to have fallen off their broom when they played Quidditch not only on their first time, so…I guess no Quidditch for me then… You thought to yourself.

Remembering that time when your leg had to be casted for 2 months made you shiver.

But since you wanted to see it and not miss your first time watching a Quidditch match you decided to join the whole school that was watching.

It would definitely be a good subject topic when you write your weekly letter to your family, your brothers would definitely want to hear about this one.

There you were, sitting next to Draco and his goons in the Slytherin stands, you uncomfortably shifted in your seat not fully trusting much people in your house, yeah our house was supposed to be our family…but you haven’t gotten close with anyone yet.

You don’t remember most of your housemates’ names!

You watched as students were going back and forth chasing balls? What did they call it?

You wanted to ask but who were you going to even ask? They might think you were dumb.. No! You are going to ask what the players were holding.

Looking to your left you see a boy a year above you and asked what they were holding, He looked at you and explained to you the game.

“Five balls are in play during Quidditch matches: The Quaffle, which is a volleyball; three Bludgers, or dodgeballs; and the Snitch, a tennis ball. The Quaffle is used to score points, while the Bludgers are used to "knock out" other players temporarily. The Snitch is the ball that must be caught to end the game.” “How many points does the snitch have though?” He looks back at the game saying “150 points..” you hummed.

You watched the players, and in the corner of your eye Harry Potter had spotted the snitch and went after it, scratching your neck you watched him, chasing the snitch.

They’ve got to have such a strong grip on the brooms in order to not fall while the brooms speed up in the air.. you muttered.

“ You’ve got to be kidding me, this your first time watching a quidditch match?” Someone beside asked.

It was Draco looking at you in disbelief, “Yeah..” you muttered scratching you neck.

You scratched your neck when you felt nervous or uncomfortable, or something like that.

‘Hm’ he went back to watching the quidditch match and so did you, Watching Harry sore through the sky with such speed on his new broom, which was the Nimbus 2000.

Lucky.

Then Harry went head to head with a Slytherin, bumping each other trying to bump each others off their broom, but when Harry was going to catch the snitch his broom went crazy shaking him off.

You stood up a bit worried for his own safety in fear of him falling off his broom shouting “Careful!”

The Slytherins confused stared at you, but just went back to looking at the game after seeing Harry struggle the broom stopped and Harry was able to get back on his broom and managed to catch the snitch, the crowd cheering for Gryffindor’s victory and you giving a relieved sigh and clapping.

Sure the sport itself was risky, but where is exactly the fun in that? Maybe you would probably sign up to play for Slytherin.

On the ground people went to congratulate Gryffindor for their victory, getting your scarf you went down to congratulate them aswell, you got weird stares but brushed them off, You went to the team and smile at them.

“That Quidditch match was cool! It was a good game!”

Shock written on their face “Congartulations!” Harry smiled at you and thanked you.

You turned around and skipped merrily going back to the Slytherin common room, to find your house mates disappointed they had lost to Gryffindor, hoping it would cheer them up;”Don’t worry we’ll beat them next time” Some Slytherins smiled at you.

You just went upstairs to go to your room which you shared with other Slytherin girls, changing to your sleep ware and went to slumber.

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It was the next day and you were in the Great Hall eating breakfast then the daily mail came, owls sweeping in to drop mail on tables.

You just continued to eat when an envelope was dropped onto your plate, you were confused and surprised not only does your family only deliver stuff on Monday.

But the mail didn’t say anything about who it could’ve come from, weirded out you just put the letter away to read it later when you got the time, after eating breakfast you went to roam around Hogwarts now that you got used to the surroundings, you hardly get lost now since you were used to the place.

As you first thought when you came to Hogwarts you always thought the Castle was Beautiful and magnificent, it never had ceased to amaze you at all.

When you were going to turn a corner you heard talking around the corner, sneakily you eavesdropped and listened onto the conversation.

“Are you sure?”

Professor Mcgonagall?

“Yes I am Positive”

That’s Professor Dumbledore.

“Harry Potter has a younger twin sister, unfortunately, we don’t know who she is, what we assume she might be dead” Dumbledore said.

You turned around and clasped a hand over your mouth. Harry Potter has a sister.

You had to tell him, maybe she was alive and she’s out there.

His other half and family.

As she ran down the hallways in hopes to find the boy, she forgot that she was supposed to be at class, discarding her mission for a while she went to run at the direction of her class.

Glad for her she made it and sat down at her seat when the Professor had just entered soon later after she did.

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The Professor dismissed the class and went to talk to Harry, you walked over to him and called to him, he and his friends turned around.

Confused you just toom them somewhere else to talk without having any unwanted listeners chiming in.

“So your saying you heard Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Dumbledore talking about Harry having a twin sister and they’re unsure if she’s dead or alive?” Hermione said reapeating what you had said.

“Yes” you simply said.

“And what makes you think we’ll believe you?” Ron said.

Your smile dropping being replaced with a confused look.

“What do you mean?” Tilting your head in confusion.

“What makes you think that we’ll believe what your saying us true..” “I don’t get it” You said still confused.

“Is this something Malfoy convinced you to do?” “What?! Ofcourse not!”

‘Mhmm’ is what they said. “Seriously I don’t get why you don’t trust me on this..”

‘fine’ is what you muttered before walking away to go to your next class.

“Did you think she was lying?” Harry said walking into the Gryffindor common room.

“It sounded like it” Ron said “But we’re not sure if it was staged or not”

“Yeah..”

“Right”

I don’t care what they think I want to believe that I have a twin sister out there

All of your classes were over and you were walking up to the girls room to read your letter.

You sat down on your bed and pulled your feet up ripping open the envelope to see a letter and necklace.

On the paper said;

Dear Y/n.

This may come off as weird but as you grow older you’ll understand and soon find out to truly know who you were supposed to set off to be.

So please don’t worry, we will watch over you and protect you.

Yours Truly,

Xavier.

Xavier..

Who’s Xavier?

You looked inside the envelope to see a golden necklace on a golden chain, it was a locket, etched on the front of the locket was the letter P..

You opened it and saw two adults on it, a woman with red hair and a man with brown hair and glasses.

You assumed it was your biological parents, so that would mean it lead you to this conclusion.

Your parents were dead.

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babybatscreationsv2 · 3 years

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A King on a Leash ch13

Marvel | Starker

Tony Stark is a powerful man with a beautiful husband and a loyal crime family, but it looks like he didn’t keep his husband on a short enough leash. After turning Peter lose on a Cuban gang leader, Peter’s life is in danger. The real trouble is that Tony now realizes that Peter is the only thing in this world that he cares about and he never meant for that to happen.

Sequel to A Doll on a String

Rating: Explicit

Full Fic

A Doll on a String

Warnings under the cut*

warnings: violence, blood

Happy pulled the car up to the curb. Peter could see Harry through the window, waiting inside the cafe. There was a camera on the table beside him and across from him were MJ and Amy. He checked his coat to make sure his gun was hidden. He ran his fingers over the engraving and his heart gave a little flutter. How could he still be so damn in love?

"Thanks, Hap." Peter smiled at the man, his fingers curling around the door handle.

"No problem, kid. I'll be out here if you have a problem."

"I'm sure you will." He rolled his eyes. "I'm to assume there's someone already inside scouting the place."

"Oh yeah. Those two clowns aren't exactly on a date as much as they're trying to look it."

Peter looked again through the window and shorted. Sitting at a table by the window was a couple in their early thirties sharing a coffee cake. Only, they were dressed in black from head to toe and their coats were long enough to conceal a weapon in every flavor. They were so obviously mafia soldiers that the table across from them had shifted as far to the opposite sides of their chairs as they could and kept looking at them sideways. They were probably waiting for a shoot out. Peter hoped Chili wasn't feeling brave today. There was no way every crime lord in New York didn't know where Peter Parker was at exactly this moment.

"You sure I should go in?"

Happy turned around to look at him. "Now, you're being cautious?"

Peter chewed his lip. "I worry about Tony."

"How about you worry about having the correct number of holes in your head," he huffed, then he took a breath. "Sorry, I just wish you didn't insist on going out right now. It'll never be safe for you. Not with things how they are."

"I can't take being cooped up. Besides, I'm doing good work with Harry. We can't talk business with MJ here, but I need him to trust me."

"Try to not think of your friends like that, Pete. Harry is good to you. You be good to him to and not just for Tony's sake."

"What would you do for Pepper?"

Happy snorted. "If she told me to shoot a friend I'd shoot a friend, but do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because Pepper wouldn't say a thing like that for fun. She would have a real reason."

"You're sounding pretty judgmental for a glorified babysitter," Peter snapped. He ripped open the door and climbed out. It slammed shut behind him and a few passersby looked up before walking a bit quicker. He crossed the sidewalk but he didn't make it to the door before an unfriendly sneer caught his eye.

Adrian Toomes stood puffing a cigarette, leaning against the brick of the cafe. Peter rolled his eyes. Great, another old man waiting to tell him why he's an idiot.

"You know it's rude to smoke in a doorway like that. Some people have asthma."

Toomes laughed. "Some people have no respect for family."

"Really? You wanna do this now?"

He shrugged. "I'm not here to do anything, Parker-"

"It's Parker-Stark now."

"Of course I know that you little harlot. How many powerful beds did you try out before you found one that would keep you?"

Peter's fists clenched. "You better watch your mouth-"

"Or what? Your daddy gonna gut me? I'm sure Fisk would like that." Peter heard a car door behind him. Toomes's eyes flicked up, probably looking at Happy, but Peter didn't turn his head.

"There's no Boss of Bosses anymore. Fisk doesn't get to tell anyone what to do."

Toomes smirked. "I bet you think he likes you because you remind him of Vanessa, but here's the thing, kid. Fisk woulda put her down like a dog if she ever did what you did. And you're just another bitch." He flicked his cigarette to the ground.

"If it's your goal to annoy me to death it's not working. You're just another ant on the sidewalk."

"Cute." He glanced into the cafe. "I see what you're up to with little Osborn."

"And what exactly is that?"

"You're playing him. Setting him up to owe your man, but it's not gonna work."

Peter smirked. "How much of Octavius's old territory did Harry take back from you? You must be really feeling the hurt if you came all this way to chat me up."

Toomes narrowed his eyes. He stepped into Peter's face. Happy was at his back in a flash.

"I think you'd better take a step back, Mr. Toomes," he warned.

Toomes's eyes flicked between their faces. "Couple of dogs aren't you? The guard dog and the house bitch."

"Sticks and stones, Toomes, but words are all you have because we both know you don't have the balls to lay a hand on me."

He stepped forward and Happy got between them, looking down his nose at the man like he was a rat. Peter laughed. "See you around, Mr. Toomes. I have a lunch date." He gave a little wave and stepped inside the building. He walked to the table where the obvious non-couple sat.

"Back Happy up and find somewhere else to stake out."

They both nodded. "Yes, sir," they mumbled. Peter watched them go, making sure Toomes backed off of Happy and no one came to his aid. The fact that he didn't have anyone else with him seemed odd. Tony and Wilson always had men with them. Did Toomes not have anyone he trusted to watch his back? Peter wished he could exploit that enough to stick a knife in it.

He caught his friends all stared at him from across the cafe. Peter plastered a pleasant smile on his face and strode over to them like nothing was wrong. He sat down next to Harry.

"Who was that?" Amy asked. Her hair was dyed pastel pink now and it brought out the permanent blotchy red of her cheeks. It was cute, though, like she was always blushing.

Peter waved his hand like it was nothing. "I've seen them around the city before and I thought I saw their car being towed."

"Really?" She turned and looked out the window. MJ put a hand on her shoulder and Amy shot her a questioning look as she turned back to the table.

"We've got big news!" MJ said, tactfully changing the subject.

Amy smiled practically bouncing in her seat. "Okay, it's not really news and it's not exactly big, but it is super cute!"

Peter laughed. "What is it?"

"Amy's cat has found the perfect sun spot in the new apartment," MJ said. Peter knew the look of 'I'm pretending to be excited for her sake'.

Amy giggled. "He's so cute! Every morning he lays down on the rug and stretches his little legs and curls up in the sun spot and he's so cute!" she babbled. MJ smiled at her, totally smitten.

"That sounds so cute," Peter agreed.

"When is Muffin getting a brother?" Harry said.

"We did talk about visiting the shelter some time this week." MJ shrugged. "Our apartment said we could have two so we thought why not?"

"We're getting a kitten!" Amy squealed.

"How about a grumpy old street cat who has seen some things," MJ suggested.

"Either way sounds nice," Peter said. He looked past them out the window. Happy caught his eye and gave him an OK with his hand before getting back into the car. He saw the man from before leaning against a mailbox, pretending to check his phone. He didn't know where the woman went. Probably across the street. He wondered what it was Toomes had wanted. Had he planned to scare him away from Harry? A couple of threats that he might tattle to Fisk were hardly concerning, but it wasn't like Toomes had a lot of cards to play. If he hurt Peter it would kind of make him a hypocrite and Peter wasn't technically breaking any rules by forming an alliance with Harry. The Bosses were supposed to be brothers so convincing Tony and Harry to help each other should be encouraged. Toomes was just pissed that he couldn't take advantage of Harry's lack of experience so long as he had Tony to call.

The girls left early to get back to couple stuff. Peter hugged them both goodbye and shook his head as they hurried off. MJ had her arm around Amy's shoulders while the pink-haired girl babbled excitedly. Then they were gone and it was just him and Harry.

"I gotta thank you for hooking me up with Brock," he said.

Peter shrugged. "That was all Tony. He always knows what to do."

"Yeah well, he's pretty solid. Who was he?"

"He was one of Tony's own soldiers. Don't know what gig he was running, but Tony was confident he would be able to help you out. He says the best Consigliere is an experienced enforcer with a little bit of morality. Like Happy."

Harry cringed. "Enforcer?"

"You'll get there." Peter patted his shoulder. "The first time someone points a gun at you, you'll be glad your men are experienced. I would strongly recommend you get your first kill under your belt sooner rather than later."

"You sound like Tony."

"He is a wise boss."

"You really admire him. It's sweet."

Peter shrugged. "For a couple of bloodthirsty killers, I guess."

"Does there have to be so much killing?"

"Eddie will help you out. Help you see the good in the ugly."

"You mean the money."

"That money is gonna change hands one way or another. Might as well put it in your own hands." Peter phone buzzed against the table top. He glanced down to see Tony's face along with "Daddy" on the screen.

"Sorry, Har." He picked up the phone.

"No problem."

He answered the call and put the phone to his ear. Tony spoke before he could say anything. He was breathing heavy.

"It's time, angel. I sent Happy the location."

"Nat found him?"

"Don't be late, angel, or I'll start without you," he purred. Peter felt that down in his groin. Time to do what they did best.

"I'll talk to you later, Harry," he told his friend. He stood and stuffed his phone in his pocket.

"Business?" he asked. "You need some help?"

"Yes and no," Peter smiled. "I appreciate the offer, but you're not ready for this one."

"Some other time, then."

"Call me." Peter slapped his shoulder as he passed, then he was out the door. Happy climbed into the driver's seat as he came outside. Peter got into the back. The man and woman joined them in the car with the man up front.

"You ready for this, kid?" Happy asked, cruising at ten over the speed limit.

"More than ready." He pulled his gun from his coat and held it in his lap.

"Put one in him for me. I haven't gotten any sleep in weeks," Happy grumbled. It hadn't occurred to him how much this had affected the rest of the family and he felt a little guilty.

"Sorry to put you through this."

"Not your fault, kid. Well, no it is, but Tony should do a better job of intimidating people if he's going to let you loose like that."

"I'm not a wild animal."

"You act like one. I heard about the other night, you know. You get off on this shit, the both of you. But I don't. I'm just doing what I'm good at, making a living. I'm not judging. I'm just asking you to think of the family before you go dancing on graves that didn't need to be there."

"Ya know, if I had just stolen the diamonds, they would have come after me anyway."

Happy shrugged. "Maybe the whole gig was doomed from the start. Or maybe nobody would have put as much work into finding you if it were just some stones they were mad about."

"Nah. They would have come after me."

Happy didn't say anything to that. Peter knew that he didn't approve. He never did. As much as Happy tried to be the voice of reason, he was in just as deep as they were. He didn't have to like killing, but he did have to jump when Tony told him to. Daddy says 'shoot', everyone fires. No questions asked.

They pulled into the back of a store boasting 'rare oriental rugs'. There were way too many cars in the rear parking lot for it to not be a front. Either cops in this neighborhood were dirty or they were blind. The man and woman went in first. Then Happy got out and scouted the lot. Peter sighed to himself while he waited. Then Happy finally came to open to his door.

They walked up to the building. Happy opened the door. The smell of fresh death wafted out. Peter went inside and nearly ran back out. There were bodies everywhere, blood on every surface, and through a door on the other side of the room Peter could hear more screaming. There had been a massacre.

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diazevan · 4 years

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2. In The Hands Of The Enemy “Pick Who dies”

Peter has to choose who to save, Morgan or MJ.

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It was dark.

Michelle couldn’t see a thing, even when she strained her eyes.

She tried not to concentrate on that, or the rapid speed of her heart, instead she curled her arms around Morgan, who was tucked up against her chest, fighting through hiccupped sobs.

The truck took yet another, sudden turn, and Michelle’s shoulder collided with the interior.

She bit down on her lip, hard, ignoring it.

Morgan cried, “Mimi...”

Michelle brushed a hand through her hair, shushing her, “Yeah?”

She sniffled, “Is Petey coming?”

“I think so.”

Morgan sucked in a sharp breath, “I’m scared.”

“I know,” Michelle hushed, “But I’m here, and I’m not gonna leave you.”

It had been a normal day, up until they were snatched and tossed into the back of a truck.

Michelle picked Morgan up from Kindergarten, like every other Friday. She loved doing it, it was calm among the chaos that was her life - with most of her time devoted to exam season, that was hurling towards her, and the constant lingering worry, that came hand-in-hand, with loving a superhero – picking her boyfriend’s little sister up, was somewhat normal.

Then it took the worst possible turn.

They started their usual walk back to Peter’s apartment, hoping he’d be finished picking up groceries for May, by the time they got there, and they could head off together to the Ice Cream Parlour.

Michelle had felt uneasy, halfway through the journey. She’d mindlessly pulled Morgan closer and walked faster.

She didn’t have a sixth sense like Peter, but she did have something he didn’t, and that was common sense.

She’d noticed, in the corner of her eye, two men, on the side of the road – dressed, head-to-toe, in black individual suits. She didn’t want to be labeled as paranoid, but in the movies, that would be a red alarm, and it was.

The general public knew that Morgan existed, but her family never shared photos of her, and she didn’t appear at events.

Pepper dealt with the press, and people snapping the occasional picture. It would get harder when she started school, but for now, they had it under control; the staff, the parents, and even the kids, at her Kindergarten, were incredibly understanding.

Tony and Pepper believed she deserved anonymity, she was too young to understand the downfalls of being in the public eye, but she could decide, what she wanted to do when she was older.

Michelle respected that.

Still, even with all those precautions, Morgan was still a target.

Thinking on her feet, Michelle had diverted, down an alleyway, pulling Morgan along, while scrambling for her phone.

She wasn’t fast enough.

Before she could press her panic button, they were grabbed.

They never even saw the faces of their abductors, it happened, in a flash.

They took her phone.

There was only one thing she could do – protect Morgan.

The truck came to a halt, and voices followed, joined by the unmistakable sound of doors closing.

Morgan shifted, “What’s—” She sounded so young, she didn’t deserve this, “What’s going on?”

“We’ve stopped—”

The doors at the back were thrown open, with heavy hands, the hinges squeaked.

Michelle jerked, cradling Morgan’s head close to her shoulder, shielding her from potential harm, while trying to adjust the bright light beaming in.

A man barked, “Get out.”

Michelle swallowed the lump in her throat, and slowly, slid forward, climbing out onto the solid ground while holding onto Morgan, who intuitively locked her legs around Michelle’s middle.

Michelle looked ahead, trying to paint of picture of where they were.

They were surrounded by abandoned apartments, there were signs, explaining that they were ready for demolition.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

Michelle turned, and as soon as she saw him, her heart leaped, into her throat.

It was Mac Gargan. Weapon smuggler turned murderer.

He was involved in Peter’s infamous ‘ferry mishap’ that Michelle had heard about, a few times.

Also, in the five years when the universe was half empty, he’d managed to escape jail, and he hadn’t been seen since. Tony was looking for him, considering he had an obvious distaste for Spider-Man.

He stood proud, with a smirk, “Hello, hello, hello…” He sang, “Nice to meet you.”

Michelle bit her tongue, staying silent.

She studied him.

Gargan had a long jagged scar that snaked around his eye, which was bloodshot. He laughed humourlessly, motioning to it, “Admiring the view, sweetheart?” He asked, “You’re never gonna guess who’s responsible for this?”

He prodded her forehead, with his finger.

“Your boyfriend.” He howled, “Peter Benjamin Parker.”

Her mouth dropped open, “You—”

He interrupted, “It wasn’t easy finding out.”

She scraped her teeth over her lower lip, “Toomes?”

“Bingo.” He applauded, “It took a while, a few…untraditional techniques, but he caved, in the end.”

He buried his hand, in his pocket, drawing out Michelle’s phone.

He barked an order, “Passcode, now.”

Michelle hesitated.

Gargan’s snapped his fingers and one of his goons stepped forward, a gun raised.

Gargan jerked his thumb in Morgan’s direction, “Passcode or her head?” He shrugged, “Guess you have a preference.”

“1-0-0-8.”

The gun was lowered, and Gargan sneered, “Thank you.” He stepped aside, “I’m gonna give your little boyfriend a call, then we’ll have a catch-up.” He pointed to his guards, “They’ll take you where you need to be.”

Michelle looked at them.

They were emotionless, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, their mouths set in a determined line. Michelle’s eyes hadn’t properly adjusted, to the outside world, but the main difference, she could see, between the pair, was one of a few inches taller than the other.

One of them grabbed her arm, pulling her aside, “This way.”

The other chipped in, “Don’t try anything.”

They were led into one of the buildings and up the staircase. It was, at least, twenty stories high, but Michelle refused to put Morgan down, not for anything.

Her stomach twisted, churning violently, the closer they got to the roof. Stepping out onto it, sent a chill up her spine like she’d stepped over somebody’s grave.

The taller guard, watched them, like a hawk, not letting them out of his sight.

The other was a chatterbox and wouldn’t shut up about how hungry he was.

Gargan stepped through the door, after a while, wearing a valiant smile, “Peter’s on his way.”

Michelle stood straight as she slowed her breathing, “He’ll stop you.”

“Well, darling, he sounded scared shitless, so I doubt it,” Gargan cackled, he dropped her phone and cracked it, under his heel, “He won’t be long.”

He spun around, muttering to his chattering goon, “Take her.”

Michelle shuffled back, “What—”

The man sped over, manhandling Morgan, attempting to drag her out of Michelle’s reach.

“Mimi—” Morgan tripped to keep a grip on Michelle’s shoulders, “Mimi!”

“No—” Michelle pleaded, “No, Morgan!” The taller man grabbed Michelle’s flailing arms, holding her back, “Let me go! Morgan!”

Morgan kicked and screamed, “Mimi—"

Michelle turned her attention to Gargan, “Look do whatever the fuck you want to me, Gargan!” She yelled, “Just don’t touch her.”

“You’re not making the decisions here, Missus.” He tutted, “I am. If you don’t want accidents to happen, then you’re going to have to listen to me, and so is she.”

Michelle erupted, “She’s five!”

“I don’t care.”

Michelle slowed her breathing, “Morgan—”

Morgan sobbed, “Mimi…”

“Look at me.” She hushed, “You’ve gotta stay still—”

“—I’m scared.”

Michelle stopped fighting the grip around her, “I know, but you’ve got to be super quiet.”

Morgan stilled, “I’ll try.”

“Good.”

“See. That wasn’t too hard.” Gargan nodded, to his men, “You know what to do.”

Morgan was marched over, to the far left of the roof, near the edge.

Michelle was taken the same way, leaving a good, eight meters, between them.

A heavy thump cut through the silence, nearby.

Gargan ran to the edge, peering over, “Oooh...” He twisted, rubbing his palms together, “We’ve got company.”

Michelle bowed her head, “Oh, Peter.”

Peter leaped over, clearly jumping over from the building opposite, he landed, down on his knee.

Gargan brought his hands together, in a singular clap. “10 out of 10 for effort, but the landing was a solid 4 out of ten 10.”

Peter stepped up, with a look, in his eyes, that Michelle had never seen before.

The fury written across his face should have been enough to make Gargan falter, but he stood, strong.

Morgan cried out, “Petey!”

Peter’s eyes widened, “Stop this…” He snarled, in Gargan’s direction.

“No.” Gargan held out a hand, “Backpack now.”

Peter swung it off, tossing it over.

Gargan caught it, with ease, “And the rest.”

Peter shrugged, “I’ve got nothing else.” His poker face wasn’t half bad, but Michelle knew him too well.

Gargan raised his hand.

Morgan’s shriek tore through Michelle’s head, she turned, “Morgan!”

The guard was dangling Morgan, over the edge.

Unconsciously, Michelle stepped aside, but stopped, when something cold was pressed against her temple.

Peter’s face contorted, “Stop!”

Gargan took out his gun, pointing it in Peter’s direction, “The rest.”

“Okay…” Peter removed his web-shooters, throwing them aside, with shaking hands, “Okay.”

“Good boy.”

The gun, against Michelle’s head, was lowered, and in the corner of her eyes, she watched as Morgan was pulled back.

Morgan’s voice broke, “Petey!”

“It’s okay, M.,” Peter said gently, “I’m here now, everything’s gonna be alright.”

“Oh, don’t lie to her.” Gargan mocked, “That’s just mean. I’ve been waiting for this day.” He kept his gun raised, “I’ve wanted to kill you, for some time, but then, Thanos beat me to it. How envious I was. Now, you’re back, and I get to do it again! I could tear you apart, limb by limb, or perhaps, drown you, on the same route the ferry was that day.”

“I take full responsibility for what happened on the ferry.” Peter threw his hands out, “But this has nothing to do with them!”

“Oh, yes it does.” Gargan took a step closer, “Because, I’ve had time to study you, Peter Parker, and if I’m right, killing you, will never be enough.”

Michelle closed her eyes, she knew exactly where this was heading.

The guard’s arm tightened around her front, and she was dragged up, off the ground, her feet scraped across the surrounding wall.

She couldn’t help but look, at the drop that awaited her.

One firm push and she’d be gone.

Morgan was in the same position, and her panicked screams would haunt Michelle, no matter what happened next.

“No!” Peter shook his head frantically, “Stop this, I’ll do anything!”

Gargan let out a harsh whisper, “Choose.”

Michelle’s eyes were on Peter.

He was acting strong, but it was all a front, inside he was crumbling.

Peter’s voice wavered, “What?”

“Choose which one dies, or both of them will.” Gargan held a hand back, “Your mentor’s daughter or the girl of your dreams.”

“Kill me!” Peter cried, with zero hesitation, “Kill me and be done with it!” Peter’s chest, rose and fell, with rapid breaths, “Please…”

Michelle hated that Peter thought laying down his life was the ‘fix’ to the situation.

Gargan shook his head, “That’s not the decision I gave you.”

Peter thumped his fist off his chest, “Please, I’ll do anything!”

Gargan looked at his watch, “It’s their time you’re wasting.”

Peter lunged forward, pushing Gargan’s chest, “You can’t do this!”

It dawned on Michelle, later than it should have.

Peter wasn’t only fighting, he was stalling.

Michelle had spent months getting to know Peter’s family, and surprisingly, they’d become part of hers too, even Tony Stark.

Of course, they were coming.

A dark thought crossed her mind.

She knew they’d speed over, as fast as possible, but there was a chance, it wouldn’t be enough.

She was being held, off the edge of a roof, with Morgan.

They didn’t have time.

Gargan pushed Peter back, “Both of them?!”

Peter retched, a hand on his stomach, “No!”

“Then pick!”

“Please, please, I’m begging you.” Peter’s throat cracked, “Take me instead, kill me, torture me, I don’t care!”

“You’re keen.” Gargan chuckled, “They must really mean the world to you.”

A pause.

“Choose.”

“—Stop!”

“Choose!”

Michelle coaxed, ignoring the drop below, “Peter—”

Peter ignored her, “Please!”

She tried again, louder, “Peter!”

He darted his eyes over but looked down.

“Peter, look at me.” She begged, “Hey, loser! Look at me, please!”

Tears welled in his eyes, “MJ—"

She softened her voice, “Listen.”

He shook his head.

She calmed her voice, “It’s okay.”

“It’s not—"

“It is.” She nodded slowly, “It has to be.”

Peter tilted his head to his shoulder as a sob tore through him.

“I love you—” She stammered, “More than you know—”

“I—” Peter pressed a hand to his chest, “I love you, too.”

Gargan waved his gun around, “Ah, young love.”

Michelle’s breath caught, “No—"

“Shut up!” Peter clenched his fist, “This is—”

“Peter!” She cut in, “Stop, just—just look at me, nothing else—” She stammered, “Nothing else, just me.”

“MJ—"

“It’s not your fault, any of it.”

Peter’s shoulder slumped, he momentarily looked to the skies, for a miracle, but he looked back to her.

“Let me go—” She managed a weak smile, for him, “Please.”

Peter nodded slowly, his eyes locked onto her.

“So…” Gargan trailed off, “Who will it be?”

Peter muttered, with a cry, “MJ.”

Gargan tapped the back of his ear, “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

Peter gasped, “Michelle.”

Michelle’s feet raised, off the wall, and before she knew, she was falling – she didn’t expect it, to be so fast.

She never hit the ground.

Strong metallic arms looped around her, “What?” She looked, but there was nothing there, despite being able to feel it.

Tony’s familiar voice spoke up, “Need a lift?”

“Stark?”

The familiar red and gold flared into view, as Tony’s suit became visible, “The one and only.” He flew down, guiding her down onto the sidewalk, he retracted his mask, “You okay?” He asked, resting a hand on her shoulder.

“I think so, how—” She studied, “How did you do that?”

“Retroreflective panels, Harley’s idea.” He said, “Pretty neat.”

“Yeah…”

“Still got a few bugs.” He shrugged, “It works better with planes.”

She stepped forward, throwing herself around him, in a hug.

“Oh!” He curled an arm, around her.

She stepped back, “Sorry—That was—"

“You were thrown off a roof.”

“I was—” She yelped, “Oh, My—They’re gonna—They’re gonna think I’m dead.”

“Not for very much longer.” He pointed, “Rhodey’s got a clear shot.”

Michelle whispered, “He made him choose.”

“What?”

She peered up, “It’s Gargan…”

Tony’s cheeks turned grey, “Oh…”

“He made Peter choose, between me…and—”

“Morgan?”

“I had—I had to convince him—” She blurted, “To—choose me.”

Tony sighed heavily.

“He was fighting against the whole thing—” She explained breathlessly, “But, but it had to me, Morgan is wor-“

“Let me stop you right there.” He cut in, “This isn’t about worth, MJ.”

“It had to be me.”

“No. It shouldn’t have been an option, in the first place.” Tony squeezed his hand around her arm, “If you hadn’t convinced Peter, to choose you – he would have fought against it until the inevitable happened. Do you realize how incredibly brave that was, of you?”

“I guess.”

“You saved Morgan, and you knew where that was going to lead you.”

“I had to—” She sniffled, “I love her, and Peter, he’s just..”

“You and Morgan, mean more than the world to him."

“I know.” Michelle fumbled with her hands, “Can you take me up?” She asked, teary-eyed, “I—I need to see him.”

“Of course.” He stepped forward, locking his arms around her, “Hold on.” They flew up, fast. It wasn’t a fun experience, but it was less vomit-inducing than swinging with Peter.

Michelle could see Peter, knelt on the ground, cradling Morgan, in his arms.

Gargan’s goons were unconscious, laid face-first, with their arms sprayed behind them.

Rhodey was standing, his gauntlet raised in Gargan’s direction.

Gargan's smirk dropped, as soon as he set eyes on Michelle.

Peter didn’t look up, his face was tucked against Morgan’s shoulder.

Tony touched down, carefully helping Michelle onto her feet.

Morgan lifted her chin, she hiccupped, “Mimi?”

Peter sat up straight, to see, his throat cracked, “I—” His lower lip trembled, and his words were lost.

Morgan leaped out of his arms, “Daddy!”

Tony retracted his armor, catching her mid-run and hoisting her up, into his arms, “Oh, Thank God.”

Michelle swayed forward, uneasy on her feet.

Peter gradually got up, into a standing position, he stared at her.

She sprinted forward and crashed into his chest, tangling her arms behind his back, cradling him close.

“You’re—” He nestled his face against her shoulder, “You’re not—"

“I’m here, I’m okay.” She ran her hands, up and down his back, “I’m alive, nothing happened—"

He sank, in her hold, “I’m so sorry—"

“You did the right thing.” She stood back, laying her hand on his cheek, “I promise, you did.” She nodded, “I love you, so much—"

“I love you.” He pulled her back in, “I never want—”

She shushed him, “We’re okay.”

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